The Sweetness of the Seventies-Chapter 1136 - 1105: Revenge

Previously, Huo Yingjie and Cui Ying had focused their attention on a pair of strange old women and Xu Weiwei, and had not particularly noticed the rest of the audience, so they had failed to see what the short worker was holding in his hand.

Today’s competition ended quickly, with He Tiantian taking first place.

Watching the triumphant He Tiantian, Zhaoding Xianghui couldn’t contain her anger. He Tiantian’s smugness brought back memories of humiliation.

"Enjoy your triumph for a little longer," but Zhaoding Xianghui miscalculated again, as her son Zhao Zekai refused to go to school the next day, insisting on coming to watch the competition.

Indulging her son, Zhaoding Xianghui had no choice but to accompany him to the competition.

Thus, her plan was delayed again and again, halted for three consecutive days.

However, because the short worker had brought in toxic liquid three times, he finally caught the attention of the undercover agents.

These people were not to be trifled with, and since they had come to Xiangjiang with He Tiantian to ensure her safety, they were vigilant about every move around them.

One of the bodyguards noticed that this short worker was carrying a bottle every day, which clearly was not a drinking bottle, and it was unclear what was inside it.

The undercover agents followed him, trailing the worker to the back and cornered the short worker at a bend.

"What are you holding in your hand?" the bodyguard asked, looking towards the short man.

The short worker, with fear on his face, timidly and carefully said, "I don’t have a water cup, it’s used for holding water."

"For water?" the undercover agent was startled—the bottle didn’t look like the usual quilt or a mineral water bottle.

"Yes, my family is poor, I don’t have a water cup," the short man said, "I like to drink water, so I always carry a cup. Its narrow mouth prevents leaks."

"I see, perhaps we thought too much," one of the bodyguards said, "Let’s go back. After all, there are many spectators outside."

Another bodyguard frowned, still feeling uneasy—even if it was a water cup, they should have him take a sip.

"Take a sip," the bodyguard said, "Hurry, we don’t have much time."

The short worker was taken aback, forced a smile, and said, "I’m not thirsty right now. Who are you people? Help, there’s the mafia here!"

The two bodyguards were startled, not expecting this timid worker to dare call for help loudly.

In fact, if this worker had no issues, he could easily take a sip to prove his innocence.

But the fact that the worker spoke so loudly, risking getting beaten, and refused to drink, indicated there was something suspicious. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Either the water in the bottle was problematic, or the person himself was.

One of the bodyguards immediately snatched the bottle from the short man’s hand, while another performed several martial arts moves to capture the shouting worker.

The surrounding workers gathered around, coming over to see what was happening.

"Who are you?" a middle-aged man from the management came over and asked.

"They are the mafia, call the police, call the police....." the captured short man yelled.

The other bodyguard opened the bottle and sniffed it, his face turning pale with shock, he exclaimed, "This is sulfuric acid! Are you a worker here? Your worker has sulfuric acid, don’t you think that’s suspicious?"

When the middle manager heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He was lucky that these future bodyguards had caught it, otherwise they would all be unlucky. He said sternly, "Call the police..."

The voice was sharp and miserable, clearly terrified.

Now, with so many people in the stadium, if something went wrong, he, being in charge of security, would be the first to suffer. There were many celebrities from Xiangjiang present, and if something happened to any of them, it would create a huge uproar.

At that moment, the short staff member, taking advantage of everyone’s unsettled nerves, tried to run away but could not break free from the bodyguards’ grasp no matter how hard he tried.

Thinking of his wife and children at home, and the high-interest loans he had signed for, the short man steeled his heart and bit his tongue, committing suicide.

By the time the two bodyguards discovered this, it was already too late.

Even though they called an ambulance to take the short man for emergency treatment,

one of the bodyguards found it suspicious and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

The other bodyguard hurried back to report the situation and also had to deal with giving a police statement.

Wei Yuanyuan listened to the report below with a solemn expression, but the competition had already ended, and there was still an award ceremony to attend.

Wei Yuanyuan first sent someone to investigate, and she stayed close to He Tiantian to prevent any emergencies.

The solemn national anthem began to play, and He Tiantian went to accept her award.

Cui Ying and Wei Yuanyuan were extremely cautious until He Tiantian had finished collecting her award and left; they did not leave her side.

"What’s wrong?" He Tiantian asked. "Is something the matter?"

Wei Yuanyuan repeated the incident, so He Tiantian would be informed.

"My goodness, someone threw sulfuric acid? Are you sure it was meant for me?" He Tiantian was astonished. If it was indeed an acid attack targeted at her, that was even more vicious than murder.

"The person has already been taken for emergency treatment, and our people have followed to the hospital. Others are investigating his background," Wei Yuanyuan said. "But the competition is over, and we can finally relax for a moment. When we return to the hotel, don’t move around recklessly."

He Tiantian nodded and responded, "Okay, I understand. Please investigate as soon as possible."

"Yes," Wei Yuanyuan replied, "This time we’ve finally gotten a lead, and we must pursue it."

Back at the hotel where they were staying, He Tiantian and Cui Ying stayed in their room, while Wei Yuanyuan went to handle matters.

"Besides the sulfuric acid, is there anything else?" He Tiantian asked, feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Cui Ying closed the door then lowered her voice, whispering, "Tiantian, during your competition, the illegitimate daughter of the Zhou Family, Xu Weiwei, also came to watch. Xu Weiwei had a strange old woman with her, and after some investigation, I found that this old woman carried with her a foreign secret technique, preliminarily judged to be Gu Arts from Thailand."

"My goodness?" He Tiantian was startled. "Gu Arts? Like those disgusting little bugs?"

"Yes," Cui Ying said. "What I’m really curious about is why Xu Weiwei would be so close to someone who practices Gu Arts. What’s even stranger is that on the first day of your competition, Xu Weiwei and the Sorcerer came to watch, but they left hurriedly before it even began. Our investigators haven’t noticed anything unusual yet. We’re still observing and waiting for you and Huo Yingjie to come so we can discuss a strategy together."

He Tiantian felt somewhat embarrassed when Cui Ying mentioned Huo Yingjie.

Actually, Huo Yingjie had been coming over every evening, but he had been quiet about it, probably not wanting to disturb her.

"Okay, that sounds good," He Tiantian agreed.